Change

I can hear the “click, click, click” of the neighboring keyboards as I sit here and type this out. The rustle of paper. The whispers of gossip. The shuffling of files.

As I sit here and look around, I see a home away from home.

And I start crying.

This is not where I belong. This is not where I want to be. I don’t want to continue doing the same thing for my entire eight hours. I want to do different things. Stuff. Anything but staring at the screen and looking through over 700 names. I just want something more unique.

But this is my reality until I can change it.

Wonder how long it will be.

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